Posted by Travis Wed, 24 Sep 2008 05:14:06 GMT
Its an interesting show. It moves slowly but I’m fascinated by New York in the 1950s. It amazes me how far American culture has changed in such a short time frame.
Best quote so far? “Do you think you’d be the man you are today if your father didn’t hit you?”
I’m curious if an academic has studied cultural change and compared various rates of change. I wonder where America would end up in the rankings.
Posted by Travis Fri, 19 Sep 2008 02:02:30 GMT
What do you think she is trying to say?
It gets better as it goes along. Second time I watched it I laughed even harder.
Posted by Travis Mon, 21 Apr 2008 03:08:02 GMT
Good film, not Oscar material but a very enjoyable.
“You are a murderer… of Love”.
Posted by Travis Sun, 02 Mar 2008 01:22:16 GMT
I saw a great movie last night. King of Kong is a documentary about the competition among some very odd people to attain the high scores on classic video games.
Its not so much about video games, or geeks, but about dreams. I loved it, and its been a very long time since I’ve been able to say that about a movie.
Posted by Travis Wed, 23 Jan 2008 06:12:20 GMT
Posted by Travis Sun, 20 Jan 2008 01:59:00 GMT
For the last two to three weeks we’ve been trying to capture a couple of mice in our house. This is not fun.
Last week we caught the first one… it was in some special space age circular trap that rotates shut when it is sprung. Additionally, there is poison inside so you have to weigh the trap to be sure you actually caught something since you cant feel the dead mouse moving inside. It was great, Aki, Jax, and I took a moment to mourn the mouse and went out on a walk to celebrate.
For the last week, the second of these space age traps never was sprung despite refreshing the bait, moving it to a better location etc. This morning, back from our walk Jax almost caught it as it skittered through my feet to reside behind the refrigerator. I think it was trying to disrespect me so I called to have Aki pick up some glue traps on her way back from shopping.
An hour after I laid down the glue trap we heard the disparate squeak of humiliation from the arrogant little bastard.
Jax, Yoshi, Aki and I stood in the kitchen watching it struggle trying to figure out what to do with it.
Me: “Man… I have so much respect for the bastard, I kinda want him to live on… too bad we have to kill him”
Aki: “Eww”
Yoshi: “How are you going to kill it?”
Me: “I don’t know, I guess we could drown it.”
Yoshi: “Do you have a hammer?”
Me: “We’re not going to hammer it, that would be messy.”
Aki: “Eww”
Yoshi: “We can wrap it in newspaper first, then hammer it.”
Me: “We are not going to hammer it.”
Yoshi: “Check the internet, maybe there is a good way to kill it.”
Me: “I guess I could put it in the trashcan, fill it with water… Or perhaps I could drown it in alcohol.” as I start to look for some cheap Vodka since drowning in alcohol sounds better then drowning in water.
Jax just watches this scene, if he had some initiative he could just resolve the whole situation. Instead he just watches us with an expression of amusement. Jax ran away from a cat two weeks ago when we took him to a house party… I’m still being teased about it.
Yoshi: “How about this?” He holds up some good Belgian beer… I shake my head.
After realizing we don’t have any cheap liqueur I come to my senses and start to empty the trash can. The reality of how unpleasant this is going to be begins to dawn on me. Aki is watching a Japanese comedy show in the living room.
Yoshi: “We can set it on fire.” I pause, looking at him unsure if he is serious… “Really, I’ve done it before.” I’m suddenly aware I need to get him to stop coming up with ideas, so I take one of his earlier suggestions.
I google for “mouse glue trap kill”. Among the dozens of platitudes indignantly explaining how I’m subhuman for using the traps in the first place, I find an article on how to extract a mouse from the trap.
I ask Aki for some vegetable oil and chopsticks, she makes a sound of annoyance, pauses her TV show and finds me my requested ingredients. She goes back to the couch and I make a mental note to bring this incident up the next time she tries to claim I don’t help out with house work. “Quality, not quantity” I think to myself.
Jax watches carefully as I use the chopsticks to pick up the mouse and place him and the trap in the trash can. Once in the can, I saturate him and the trap with vegetable oil.
Moments later I’m walking down the stairs of our back deck, trashcan in hand, and he gets himself free of the trap. He jumps up and nearly grabs hold of my hand. I walk quickly to the back fence, drop the trash can and kick the bottom of it. An oily mouse scurries under the fence.
I wonder if that’s the last one.
Posted by Travis Sun, 10 Jun 2007 06:07:00 GMT
Yesterday was Scott Adam’s Birthday. I regularly read his blog and yesterday he asked his readers to email someone close to them and tell them they love them. So I scanned the comments and found a couple that caught my eye:
# Happy belated B-day Scott.
Here’s your gift: (translated from French)
Me: Hi mom, I just sent an e-mail did you get it?
MyMom: What?
Me: I just sent an e-mail saying how much I apreciate you guys.
MyMom: Awww that’s nice. I’ll get your dad…
MyDad: Hello…
Me: Hi dad did you get my e-mail?
MyDad: What?
Me: I just sent an e-mail saying how much I apreciate you guys.
MyDad: Why?
Me: It’s Scott Adams birhday gift. He wa…
MyDad interrupting: Who??
Me: Scott Adams, the guy that makes Dilbert.
MyDad: The cartoon!?
Me: Yes, anyway on his blog he said that…
MyDad: Blog??
Me: Yes it’s personal toughts people put on the Internet to…
MyDad: You know that guy?
Me: Well no but the point is..
MyDad: If you don’t know the guy why do you bother with his birthday?
Me: Nevermind, did you get the e-mail?
MyDad: I’m reading it now.
Me: So?
MyDad: Are you OK? Something wrong? You need money?
Me: No dad I was just dropping a line to say I’m really happy you’re my parents.
MyDad: I’ll get your mom…
MyMom: Are you OK sweety?
Me: Yes I’m fine mom, I was…
MyMom: What’s this thing about cartoon birthday’s for a Blog you don’t know?
Me: Nevermind, I just wanted to tell you how much I apreciate you guys.
MyMom: Awww that’s nice we love you too sweety.
Me: Have a good day mom.
MyMom: You too dear. Bye
Right now my dad is probably formulating conspiracy theories and my mom will probably tell all her friends that her son is a personal friend of “the guy that does the Dilbert cartoon in the newspaper”.
Enjoy! Lazy Boy
Removed due to poor reading comprehension skills of our fans.
Posted by Travis Mon, 14 May 2007 16:45:20 GMT
I finally got around to posting some new pictures up. Last week we went to Shiho’s 2nd Birthday Party. Fun was had by all, I hung out by the beer cooler most of the time.
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| Shiho's 2nd Birthday |
Jax is now 7 Months old. I spent much of my Sunday clearing some rather impressive weeds from the back yard. Jax helped out, attacking the weeds I had already placed in the trash and digging holes to make sure the roots were completely pulled out.
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| Jax 7 Months |
Thinking about a vacation? I suggest Kenya.
P.S. There are no tigers in Kenya.
Posted by Travis Thu, 12 Apr 2007 05:40:11 GMT
I don’t know why I laughed so hard, since I usually destroy proverbs and metaphors several times a day, but this really made my day.
Posted by Travis Fri, 06 Apr 2007 21:57:00 GMT
Since I live in San Francisco I am exposed to all sorts of odd behavior. From time to time I feel I’m the only person to notice odd things.
Since we bought our house I’ve noticed this truck parked in our neighborhood.
We have street cleaning every week so it moves around to a new location and each time I take note of it.
Its had that white refrigerator in the back since we moved in (July). Note that its secured only with a Bungee cord, and my neighborhood has some pretty steep hills so I am somewhat concerned about how safe the hole thing is.
Anyway, a couple of months ago the second, smaller refrigerator showed up in his truck.
I thought that was probably to be expected and carried on without thinking too much of it.
A couple weeks ago I walked by it and had that warm feeling that one gets when you realize you’re not the only sane patient in the asylum. Note the writing on the small one.
I live in a great city.
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